A piece of the story...part 9
It's a little late (or a lot...lol) but here's another part of my story! Chapter Four Henry had gone as long as he could before anyone asked about medical school. And, of course, it was his mother. She practically cornered him in the hall, since she probably knew that would be the only way to get him to talk to her. He’d been avoiding her as much as possible since he had returned home. She clearly had noticed. “What are your plans for the future, son?” How could he explain that practicing medicine had lost its spark? That he couldn’t go a minute without thinking about his father whenever he stepped into a hospital? Or that being a doctor without his father beside him seemed pointless and futile? “Medical school, I guess. What else would I do?” His mother drifted into silence but didn’t move away. “I’m not blind, you know,” she said after a while. “I can see you’ve been avoiding me.” “Yes, I know. And I’m sorry. It's just… everything has changed and I don’t know how to fix i...